Feng Wuxian raised his head to the sky, imprinted the meteorite like a fireball in his eyes, and the sword shadow of a thousand feet tall behind him rushed into the sky.

His long snow-white hair flew without wind, and his youth-like figure slowly grew taller, and when he looked at Lin Fan with his gaze staring at the sky, Feng Wuxian turned into a tall man, with a face like a knife chopping an axe with sharp edges and corners.

His eyes were as bright as stars, his eyebrows hung above his cheeks like two sharp swords, and his violent aura made a tsunami-like sound in his body.

Long Batian looked at the strong man-like wind without a trace with a complicated expression, and said regretfully: "You actually scattered the thousand-year-old infant, only in exchange for a short moment of peak, you know, after a blow, you will fall, is it worth it for those unrelated mortals?"

The wind star-like pupils stared at Lin Fan, as if he hadn't heard Long Batian's words.

"Lin Fan, I only live for the revitalization of the Sword Gate in this life, I could have saved your father back then, but I retreated for the Sword Gate, and watched him die of exhaustion for the Sword Gate, a few days ago in order to protect the Sword Gate, I ruthlessly traded you as an item to Long Batian, and imagined that the Sword Gate could survive under the Demon Tribulation, but now I see my Terran struggling under the blood rain of the Demon Race, let me understand why those ancestors who fought bloodily for the future of the Human Race and the Demon Race, why would they fight to the end one after another!".

"Man and demon are not separated, I have lived a cowardly life all my life, even if the Sword Gate is destroyed today, I will fight to the end like my ancestors, just for this life without regrets!"

"My Sword Gate owes you too much to your father and son, and this arm should be regarded as an explanation to you by my Feng Wuxi!"

Feng Wuxian backhanded like a knife, slashing at his left arm, and in an instant, one of his arms was broken.

Blood gushed out from the broken arm, and Feng Wuxian didn't even blink his eyes, stretched out his right hand and copied it, handing the broken arm to Lin Fan's trembling hand.

Lin Fan's mind was blank at this time, he would never have imagined that Feng Wuxian would be like this.

To say that Lin Fan has never hated Jianmen in his heart, it is a lie, although he doesn't talk about it, but there are also some festivals in his heart, so that he can't really identify with his identity.

But when Feng Wuxian cut off his arm and handed it to him, all kinds of resentment in the past melted like ice and snow, and if he was Feng Wuxian in order to protect the sword gate, he would make the same choice.

The eyes of the two men met in the air, as if they could read each other's inner thoughts.

Seeing Lin Fan's clearer and clearer pupils, Feng Wuxian nodded with satisfaction.

Lin Fan's divine consciousness space remembered the voice of Feng Wuxian with a trace of relief: "This arm contains a complete sword intent of mine, you only need to smash the arm to stimulate it, when I face the blood-colored meteorite, it will definitely attract the attention of Long Batian, and then you can stimulate this sword intent, which can buy you a few breaths of time, and it can be regarded as the last trace of compensation that I Feng Wuxian can do for you!"

"As for the Demon Suppression Cave, I don't know much, but one thing I am sure of is that even if the Void Breaking Monk dares to break into it, there is no possibility of survival, I have left the fire of rejuvenation, and finally one day my Flying Immortal Sword Gate can still regain the glory of 10,000 years ago!"

He straightened his sturdy body, and bowed deeply to the Sword Pavilion on the top of the Immortal Mountain and said, "Disciple Feng Wuxian has the courage to use the sword of the ancestor Zhenshan to fight to the death with my sword sect and the demon clan!"

"The Flying Immortal Sword is coming!".

Feng Wuxi's long hair flew flying, his one-armed volley was raised in the air, and a sword roar cracked through the sky in the Sword Pavilion on the top of the Immortal Mountain, and a golden streamer appeared in Feng Wuji's hand.

This sword is three feet and three inches, the whole body of the golden streamer flashes, and the two-finger-wide sword body is engraved with three ancient seal characters "Flying Immortal Sword".

Taking advantage of the afterglow of the sun that was about to set, the entire sword body was radiant, shrouding the wind without a trace in a brilliant light.

For a while, the aura of the peak of the Wind Without a Trace Yuan Infant soared wildly, and the flying immortal sword in his hand pierced through the nine heavens.

In the early stage of breaking the void, in the middle stage of breaking the void, in the end, the cultivation of the wind without a trace actually reached the peak of breaking the void with the help of this sword, and only a trace was missing from breaking through the realm of the Convergence Dao.

At this time, he was like an invincible overlord, his breath was wild and matchless, and the thousand-foot-high sword shadow behind him turned into a huge tornado, holding his sturdy body high, like a true immortal.

Although Long Batian was also at the peak of his Void Breaking Cultivation, his body retreated hundreds of zhang under the sword intent of the Wind Traceless Ling Tian, and his erected pupils were full of jealousy.

He looked at the wind like a true immortal and muttered: "This sword is actually the sword used by your sword sect ancestor Feixian, although it can allow you to improve your cultivation in a short time, but this sword has already been covered with dark injuries when it experienced the Flying Immortal Tribulation, I am afraid that after a blow, it will be a sword that will break people!"

The Immortal Ladder disappeared out of thin air after the Flying Immortal Sword flew out of the Sword Pavilion, and Feng Wuxian looked at the countless disciples holding up the sword in the Immortal Mountain with a resolute face and shouted: "This battle will be the last battle of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, you can be afraid!"

"No complaints, no regrets!".

The shouts of the sea tide resounded throughout the Bulao Mountain, and the sound of swords in the mountains was roaring, and the battle spirit was monstrous.

The sunset gradually set, and at the moment when the night covered the earth, Feng Wuxian raised his long sword and shouted: "Flying immortals into the clouds!"

The wind turned into a golden light that pierced the sky, and the huge tornado under his feet rushed to the sky, and the terrible sword roar made the heaven and earth lose color.

A golden moon seemed to rise in the sky, and the Flying Immortal Sword erupted with sword intent that made the stars lose color, the sky collapsed, and the sky trembled.

The golden moon collided with a hundred-mile-sized meteorite in the endless sky, and the long sword roared, and the sword intent was monstrous.

The fireball-like meteorite was pierced by the Flying Immortal Sword Cave into a round hole several miles in size, and the sword qi in the rapidly descending meteorite flew up, and golden sword qi was transmitted from all over the meteorite.

Countless rocks the size of mountains fell off the blood-colored meteorite, and time seemed to stand still.

The huge meteorite stood still under a golden long sword, and the wind whistled without a trace, and one person and one star stood in the endless sky.

After a few breaths, countless scarlet blood gushed out from the hole where the meteorite was pierced by the sword qi, and Yin Hong's blood rain fell from the sky.

At this time, the stones that fell off the meteorite fell into the depths of the endless sea, and the scorching and burning rocks evaporated the sea into countless pillars of smoke.

The wind was reversed, the wind was hunting without a trace, and he used the Flying Immortal Sword in his hand to resist the meteorite, lowered his head and took a deep look at the Immortal Mountain under his feet.

"Zheng"

With a sword roar, the Flying Immortal Sword in his hand turned into countless powders and fell in the air, and a golden starlight appeared in Lin Fan's eyes.

The starlight is like rain, falling with the wind, illuminating the eyes of every disciple of Bulao Mountain.

"Hahaha!"

Feng Wuxian laughed wildly, his breath quickly declined, and his star-like pupils gradually dimmed, and his skin quickly withered and shriveled.

"I've been cowardly all my life, but I have no regrets at this time!".

At this moment, in the hole where the blood-colored meteorite was pierced, a long black tongue pierced through the chest without a trace.

The long tongue lifted him high, and the scarlet blood stained his robe.

The meteorite standing still in the void suddenly sounded the angry roar of a woman.

"A small monk has beheaded hundreds of thousands of my army and annihilated them together with the human race in this world, and I want to make the blood of the human race flow like a river, and the corpses will be like a mountain!"

At this time, Lin Fan's eyes were scarlet, and the words that Feng Wuxian had given him had long been left behind.

He stretched out his palm and shouted, "Here comes the sword!"

The blood clam sitting on top of his head opened its mouth and spat out a sword.

The long sword was started, and two big words "falling moon" were engraved on it.